did, but I know he did a lot. I saw him, on more than one occasion, sir, after he got back. What had happened to him was more brutal than my people could stomach. You may not understand him, but he’s not shy to accomplish the goals. He is an asset of immeasurable quality.”
The General stands, “That’s the point. You can’t measure. Here’s the point, kill him.”
“You say that like it’s a simple request. Even if I thought it was a proper order, I must point out, I’ve seen what he’s survived and what kind of conditions he did it under. Neither you nor I would want to ever love through what he has. So what makes you think I can, even with all of my resources?” The Lieutenant realizes his career may be on the line, but he also realizes the request is not official, although he also knows he would have a hard time making that point from the brig.
“I’ve read your reports. The ones on paper. Some of it is still redacted, but I read enough. I didn’t bother with the stupid crap in the system. It won’t be easy, but I want you to get it done. This isn’t a request.” The General looks at him as he speaks to get across the gravity of the situation the Lieutenant created and is tasked to fix.
“Sir, you do realize that we need him to fix one more thing, at the very least?” The Lieutenant pointed out.
“I said, kill him. I don’t care if it takes a thermobaric missile to do it. The other thing we’ll deal with.” The General was no longer in a mood to hear the objections.
Looking up, the Lieutenant is only briefly shocked at what he sees, “Sir, with all due respect, always watch your bow, sir.” The Lieutenant replied while he hears the Sergeant give the warning. He grimaces at the resulting next few seconds as he says to the man, “I suppose you expect me to clean up after you again? That won’t be easy, but do what you must.” As he watches the figure, after the moment, he pours himself the Scotch he had been eyeing. He looks over at the body on the ground and wonders what comes next. He thinks to himself, “That seems over the top, but he usually knows what he’s doing.” Then the Lieutenant considers how calmly the Sergeant informed the General. If he had really wanted to save avoid the eventual result, he would have yelled “Six!” and taken the shot.
The Lieutenant looks at the man responsible and wonders how he could know this particular conversation would happen at this particular time. As the man vanishes, the Lieutenant decides the only thing left to do is chuckle to himself. He suspects, based on previous conversations with the figure who had just created a mess he has little idea how to deal with, it wasn’t the first time. It’s the only explanation for how he could have known the when and where. He also considers the General’s words. He pours another drink to ease his mind from the totality of what is going on around him and the pressure of what it means he will have to do next.
After the incident, the Lieutenant looks at Sergeant Brady, “He’s right, you would make a good cop someday.”
CHAPTER 9
“I knew he was dying. He looked at me wondering if I could take care of myself. I learned to hear his concerns when he wasn’t blocking me. I was a bio. I had different needs from those born as synths. The ones made into synths were dying too. But he wasn’t like the synths, he was something else entirely.” -- from the Book of Tomorrow
It had been several weeks, Adam thought. He took a sip of water and looked over as Tomorrow rounded the corner and dropped a dead hawk next to the fire pit. He nodded to himself, impressed with how much faster she was getting and the things she was learning how to do.
“I’ve never had one. I want to try that. It wasn’t as hard as you said to catch one.” Tomorrow said as she went to sit down in the shade with him.
“Did you use
The General stands, “That’s the point. You can’t measure. Here’s the point, kill him.”
“You say that like it’s a simple request. Even if I thought it was a proper order, I must point out, I’ve seen what he’s survived and what kind of conditions he did it under. Neither you nor I would want to ever love through what he has. So what makes you think I can, even with all of my resources?” The Lieutenant realizes his career may be on the line, but he also realizes the request is not official, although he also knows he would have a hard time making that point from the brig.
“I’ve read your reports. The ones on paper. Some of it is still redacted, but I read enough. I didn’t bother with the stupid crap in the system. It won’t be easy, but I want you to get it done. This isn’t a request.” The General looks at him as he speaks to get across the gravity of the situation the Lieutenant created and is tasked to fix.
“Sir, you do realize that we need him to fix one more thing, at the very least?” The Lieutenant pointed out.
“I said, kill him. I don’t care if it takes a thermobaric missile to do it. The other thing we’ll deal with.” The General was no longer in a mood to hear the objections.
Looking up, the Lieutenant is only briefly shocked at what he sees, “Sir, with all due respect, always watch your bow, sir.” The Lieutenant replied while he hears the Sergeant give the warning. He grimaces at the resulting next few seconds as he says to the man, “I suppose you expect me to clean up after you again? That won’t be easy, but do what you must.” As he watches the figure, after the moment, he pours himself the Scotch he had been eyeing. He looks over at the body on the ground and wonders what comes next. He thinks to himself, “That seems over the top, but he usually knows what he’s doing.” Then the Lieutenant considers how calmly the Sergeant informed the General. If he had really wanted to save avoid the eventual result, he would have yelled “Six!” and taken the shot.
The Lieutenant looks at the man responsible and wonders how he could know this particular conversation would happen at this particular time. As the man vanishes, the Lieutenant decides the only thing left to do is chuckle to himself. He suspects, based on previous conversations with the figure who had just created a mess he has little idea how to deal with, it wasn’t the first time. It’s the only explanation for how he could have known the when and where. He also considers the General’s words. He pours another drink to ease his mind from the totality of what is going on around him and the pressure of what it means he will have to do next.
After the incident, the Lieutenant looks at Sergeant Brady, “He’s right, you would make a good cop someday.”
CHAPTER 9
“I knew he was dying. He looked at me wondering if I could take care of myself. I learned to hear his concerns when he wasn’t blocking me. I was a bio. I had different needs from those born as synths. The ones made into synths were dying too. But he wasn’t like the synths, he was something else entirely.” -- from the Book of Tomorrow
It had been several weeks, Adam thought. He took a sip of water and looked over as Tomorrow rounded the corner and dropped a dead hawk next to the fire pit. He nodded to himself, impressed with how much faster she was getting and the things she was learning how to do.
“I’ve never had one. I want to try that. It wasn’t as hard as you said to catch one.” Tomorrow said as she went to sit down in the shade with him.
“Did you use
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